At the dinner table of each of our families, there may be such a person: when the water in the kitchen is boiling, when the vegetables are cold, they need to be heated again, when the phone rings, when anyone needs tableware or condiments...always the most Stand up in time. If this person is not our mother, he must be our father.
The family sits around the dining table and eats, and the mother is always the last one to go to the table. She was busy with the food, put a bowl of food on the table, even the chopsticks were arranged, and then shouted to us: "It's time to eat!" So the family walked out of their respective rooms and sat around the dining table. On the side, while eating warm meals, he began to talk about a variety of topics. We are accustomed to this kind of life, this kind of life has been going on for decades, as if it was born with it.
The topic is endless. What’s new in my son’s school; which colleagues in his wife’s work have married or left; my sister’s business will always be as turbulent as the stock market; my writing progress is still like an old donkey... In, the topics raised by the son often get the highest attention. It is the mother who rarely speaks. She is holding her rice bowl and staring at the speaker, seemingly unable to speak.
Suddenly someone shouted, Where's the spoon? Hearing the sound, there is a scent of fragrance floating in the chicken soup basin, but there is no soup spoon. The mother hurriedly put down her job, stood up, murmured and said, "Look at my memory, and forgot to take the soup spoon again, looking like a child who made a mistake." Mother walked into the kitchen with broken steps and brought a spoon.
Everyone continues to eat. The son suddenly patted his head and told us a joke that happened in the class. The jokes are not ridiculous at all, but we adults still smile very cooperatively.
The son danced with joy, but accidentally, his chopsticks were knocked to the ground. The son bent over and picked up the chopsticks. I was about to let him go to the kitchen and change another pair of chopsticks. The mother had already put down the rice bowl and stood up, went to the kitchen and took another pair of clean chopsticks and handed it to my son. The son took the chopsticks and said casually, thank you grandma. The mother smiled so that her eyes narrowed into a line: "This child, what are
you polite to grandma!" Everyone buried their heads in the meal, and who took a bite of food, muttered, "It seems a bit cold."
Yes, it’s cold outside, and it’s so cold. No wonder the food gets cold when you eat it.
Mother put down the rice bowl and stood up: "I'll heat it up." With that, she picked up two pots of stir-fry and walked into the kitchen. After a while, the mother returned to the dining table with two bowls of steaming vegetables.
Everyone stretched their chopsticks towards the two pots of hot dishes. They were delicious...
Suddenly, the phone at home rang. I was about to get up to pick it up. My mother stood up and said, "Hurry up and eat while it's hot, and I'll answer the phone."
Mother's rice bowl, lying on the table, can no longer see a trace of heat. It is estimated that half of the meal has been eaten. It's so cold. I suddenly realized that with just one meal, my mother had put down her job and stood up three or four times.
At the dinner table, my mother was like a soldier who was tensed all the time, ready to stand up at any time. And it is the mother who stood up again and again, that made us feel at ease every meal.
